Christopher Schwarz has taught me many things over the 16 years I’ve worked closely with him, but two lessons just won’t stick. I will never learn to love late 19th/early 20th-century Russian literature, and I will likely continue to own more tools than I truly need.
In no category is this more apparent than saws. I own four dovetail saws, three carcase saws, two tenon saws; only two panel saws (one crosscut, one rip) and two full-sized hand saws…that belonged to my grandfather but are too long for me to use (I tag the floor with them on every stroke unless I’m careful…and I can never remember to be careful for more than a couple strokes). Also a coping saw, a fret saw, a keyhole saw, a couple flush-cut saws….
Only about half of my saws fit into my English tool chest; the rest are hanging on pegs on the other side of the shop (except for those that are hanging out on my still-unfinished staircase)
So I’m thinking I’ll build something like the saw-till half of Mike Siemsen’s “Saw & Plane Till” from the August issue, but add a back, a door and a few packs of desiccant. My basement is dry, but Cincinnati summers eat metal for snacks. (Note: My tool chest has done a pretty good job of keeping away insidious incursions of rust – of course, because I work out of my tool chest, the tools therein are the ones that I use most often, and are thus regularly cleaned and wiped down with an oily rag.)
It’s probably just sublimated staircase-avoidance work. I haven’t yet worked up the energy (or the checkbook cushion) to order the necessary 8/4 rift-sawn white oak for the spindles I don’t want to turn (I prefer the flat woodworking world…fewer chips and shavings get into in uncomfortable places).
Or I could listen to Chris and divest myself of those saws I don’t need. Ha!